The woman didn't seem all that threatening, at least (not that the other ones had, just confusing), and he did need help. With no idea of what had happened to him, he'd have to get it from someone else--preferably one person who could give him their undivided attention and he could focus on much better.

He carefully watched her face as she spoke--it seemed to be an "are you alright," and fee want really sure how to answer that. He paused for a moment before he tried to answer, signing with his hands in front of him, carefully restricting himself to one question at a time.

Maybe. What's going on?

He could hope, at least, that she'd understand. If not, he'd have to come up with plan b.